Warning for adult themes and a bit of language. If that offends, stop here.

Foolishly I once believed
I'd only have to fuck you
to figure you out, I'd not be deceived
that the secrets you kept
were hidden just at the depth
of the tender bits of fevered skin
you bared, but your inscutable ways
will not be pared, or whittled down
and there's little evidence to be found.

My blunted knife won't solve your mystery
that cloaks itself in nudity,
So empty-handed without a clue
You have me baffled, lost, befuddled
and my intuition's far past muddled
and I don't know what lies are true.
Except the one I told; cocksure prick
busy playing the private dick
I thought your puzzles I could crack
before you stole my heart, I want it back.